…

Shortly after you swallow, a burning sensation engulfs your tongue as your eyes begin to water. Pain in your throat forces you to start coughing.

“Something wrong, girl?”

You choke back, “What did you put in this?

“Spices… Only a savage wouldn’t season their food.”

After a moment, the feeling subsides, but your tongue still tingles.

Mikella continues. “Now, with formalities out of the way, I bring you an offer:”

“The world is a dangerous place for the lone hunter. It would bring much pleasure to see one with as much bite as yourself be a part of our pack. Shelter, protection, and life without the fear of going hungry. What say you, Glass?”

Part of you wants to accept. You’re in Siltria illegally, with no home, and no food – aside from the squashed pastry in your bag. And they seem like capable allies, It wouldn’t be the worst deal.

But not today. You’re saving Zeb. And they want to eat him.

You politely decline and tell them that you need to go.

“That’s a shame. However, you wouldn’t want this Hunt Mistress to return to her den empty handed, now would you?

“We’d like something to remember you by -a small gesture to demonstrate your gratitude that I let you go with a full catch, even after nicking my pup.”

They may like that, but those fireworks are probably the most intriguing thing you have. You fear they might get too curious about the other things in your bag.

You’ll hold off on the… throwing? Why? But it must be pickled… food. It’s worth a shot, and the free space in your bag. Seriously, you’re lugging this heavy thing and you don’t even know what it is.

You decide to bestow the scrumptious Jar of Ominous Fluid.

“…What is that?”

“It’s… Gnomanyan!”

“O-Okay…”

You give her The Jar of Ominous Fluid, and watch Mikella grimace and immediately hand it off to someone else.

“Thank you, Glass… I’m sure we can find some use for this… exotic delicacy.”

The large one behind you chimes in, “Well, I for one find exotic treats always a delight!”

“S-sure. The Circle is satisfied– somewhat. We will leave you to your hunt.” She turns away to leave, “Let’s go boys. When there’s one Nanzuul there is sure to be others; A coward heretic is never too far from the herd.”

One by one, they disappear into the brush.

Yenkaran, last to leave, steps up, ”I offer my forgiveness. Had my kin let me handle this exchange with finesse, perhaps our offer would be far more enticing. But, should you change your mind about joining us, read these instructions. A True Hunter, as mighty as they stand, does not last long without a pack. Until our next encounter, Glass.”